The Dusty Bookcase

For the month,  the fifth of ten poems I  find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. To think I once worked to celebrate this horrible m...

I haven't given National Poetry Month the attention it deserves. The first year of the Dusty Bookcase saw  James MacRae, he of William A...

THE SCATTERED FAMILY ON NEW YEAR'S DAY Though mountains and forests and waters divide us, Where fate and ill-fortune have led us to stra...

Never has there been a year like this. I visited few used bookstores, ignored library book sales, spent no more than a couple of hours p...

I could not let National Poetry Month pass without presenting verse by James Gay, Poet Laureate of Canada (self-proclaimed) and Master ...

Day seventeen of National Poetry Month and there's been nary a mention here. Today, the 120th anniversary of the passing of Prime Mi...

Maria Monk was born 195 years ago today in Dorchester, Lower Canada (now Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu, Quebec). The "Awful Disclosures...

And so another National Poetry Month begins. In little St Marys we'll be kicking things off with James MacRae Poetry Night, a free even...

Two poems about ladies' vanity published by John J. MacDonald as a 28-year-old (or so), teetotalling bachelor. He married a couple of ...

The New York Times, 28 March 1875 John J. MacDonald's hate for Charles Chiniquy spreads. Here the target is John Dougall, whose paper...

Much of this past weekend was spent working on a limited edition chapbook of verse by John J. MacDonald – a modest fundraiser for the St Mar...

John James MacDonald (a.k.a. James MacRae) A bit of research at the St Marys Museum answers a few questions raised by The Four Jameses , inc...